NADA House 2024

The last days have long passed. What remains is what was kept locked in the weathered room of the old house. Dust and shadows cover the remnants of a forgotten age, each object whispering tales of prophecy and fate.

A painting of a cursed colourful mountains, appears as a gatekeeper between the old and new nations, its frame glowing with eerie knowledge. Beside the landscape, the broken wing of an angel lies in silent repose, and the delicate, broken wing of a butterfly reflects it like a mirror. Slogans promising revival after destruction are tightly embroidered on beautiful fabrics, but their optimism has been tarnished by time. A stained glass of the most sinful animal, the snake, is set in a rusted frame that still has drops of blood frozen on it.

It feels like the owner knew this was going to happen, like the warning signs were always there, hiding in plain sight. Escaping from it was never possible; the outcome was inevitable.

Yet, even in this room of relics, there are rays of light and hope. Candles lit by the angel’s wing, still flickering, fill the room with the constant warmth of its glow. The butterfly, despite its broken wing, even in the midst of dark chaos, shows us the power of survival, strengthened by its constant drive to thrive, and it’ll bring luck to everyone and everything it decides to land on.

This room, the sanctuary of mysteries and prophecies, breathes despair and hope, caught between the end and rebirth. Still waiting for the seeker of its truths.